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I'm outta money,
I'm out my money
More money, more problems
Oh yeah
If I was flipping burgers on the night shift,
would you choose me?
Would you let me take you home
if I drove a hooptie?
Cause every time I see you,
I be screamin' "Hallelujah"
But you're all about the Benjamins,
I see right through ya
I'm still gonna get stoned
So you could go ahead and break your bones
Cause all I've ever been told
More money, more problems,
so I'd rather be broke
And all my people say, whoo
And all my people say, whoo
More money, more problems
So I'd rather be broke
You just want one thing
My love ain't enough
I was so busy tryna make this shit last
That I didn't notice she was kissing my cash
Cause every time I see you,
I be screamin' "Hallelujah"
But you're all about the Benjamins,
I see right through ya
I'm still gonna get stoned
So you could go ahead and break your bones
Cause all I've ever been told
More money, more problems,
so I'd rather be broke
And all my people say, whoo
And all my people say, whoo
More money, more problems
So I'd rather be broke
Whatcha gonna do when you're out of favors?
Are you gonna chase this paper?
Whatcha gonna do when the good Lord age ya?
Are you gonna chase this paper?
Cause all I've ever been told
More money, more problems
So I'd rather be broke
Stevie ready for 'em!
More money, more problems
So I'd rather be broke
More money, more problems
So I'd rather be broke
(Static)
Ah, mmm, gotta get this damn TV fixed...
